That Prince Is A Girl The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate by Kiss Leilani

Chapter 240

That Prince Is A Girl: The Vicious King's Captive Slave Mate Chapter 240

Ottai led them to Frostfall's royal residence. They entered the quiet chamber where Emeriel lay on the bed, face pale and eyes closed. Her breathing too faint. Grand King Daemonikai sat beside her, his hand clasped around hers. He didn't react when Ottai announced their arrival or when they entered the room. "Em?" Aekeira ran to her sister's side, taking her other hand. "Em, please, open your eyes," she sobbed. "Please... it's me, Aekeira."

"We're waiting on Faiwick. He's searching for the antidote," Ottai's voice was low as he explained. "The poison used is quite rare and difficult to obtain. So far, every healer we've checked don't have the kaizan root needed for the antidote." "Kaizan roots?" Vladya's brows drew together. "Those are almost impossible to come by."

Ottai nodded grimly. "It's not a Urekai poison, it's mage poison." His voice was tense, uneasy. "If someone sold it here, it's likely they sold the antidote too. Faiwick is checking with the remaining herbalists and the black market." Vladya's brows creased further. "And if it's not found?"

Ottai hesitated, eyes dropping to the floor. "We wait for Faiwick."

Throughout, Daemonikai said nothing. His face was stone, eyes never leaving Emeriel.

Vladya moved closer, standing behind the grand king. "And the person responsible-have they been found?" he spoke quietly but with steel in his voice.

"No trace, no trail, nothing," Ottai couldn't hide his frustration. "All our men are out there searching="

The door opened, and a guard's head poked in. "The healer has returned."

The grand king was on his feet instantly. Faiwick entered, flanked by soldiers.

"How did it go?" Daemonikai demanded. "Where's the antidote?"

The healer's face crumpled. "We found nothing, Your Grace. We scoured every abode, every herb stand by the rivers." He shook his head, in visible despair. "We questioned every herbalist, every vendor. There is no kaizan root here." Aekeira burst into tears, her shoulders shaking as she clutched Emeriel's other hand.

"What do you mean you couldn't find anything?" Daemonika snarled, his back going ramrod straight.

Faiwick's shoulders slumped, his face ashen. "I am s-sorry, Your Grace. W-we searched everywhere."

A tense silence filled the room.

The grand king, he looked...absolutely murderous.

Shit.

"We can still send a team to the mages." Ottai was quick to add, desperate to curb whatever storm clouds were building in him. "They might have the roots."

best." Vladya countered,

fists, speaking through gritted teeth. "How long does

Ottai shifted, uncomfortable.

Grace," Faiwick answered for

all looked at

passing moment... it eats away at her organs. By the third day... there

thunderous bellow that echoed through the walls, the building, the entire fortress...shaking the very stone beneath their feet. And, as if that wasn't enough,

bowed, hands

pressure so strong, Ottai went rigid...just like Vladya. Unable to fight the strength of his pheromones, they bared their throat too, submitting to his dominance. "Calm down, D-Daemon, please..." Vladya said in a raspy voice Another roar ripped from the grand king's throat, even louder and more intense than

of urine rose in the air. Soldiers fell to the

whoever is responsible for this," Daemonikai's eyes blazed, green and yellow. "I will find them, and

with visible effort, forced his legs to move. He was struggling, and Ottai could only imagine the turmoil those pheromones were wreaking on his half-mad beast. "Your Grace," Vladya's

breathing through the

forced himself closer as well. "I'll prepare the men for the journey to Mysticaria, Your Grace. We will ride all night and day, without stopping, without resting, until we reach the mages.

cold." Daemonikai glared at him, sneering. Everywhere went as quiet as a

you!" he barked, his

to their feets, the healer and soldiers scrambled out, leaving only the grand rulers and a sobbing Aekeira in

gripped his head, face hardened, stomping from one end

ever-present control like this. The sight was jarring. And botherline terrifying. What if he

and glared at the bed. Some of

to her, he bent over, unwraping the dressing around Emeriel's

gravely, examining the infected

"Daemon-" Ottai began.

poison needs to be removed." His tone

cut in. "Please, think

eyes

you're thinking," Vladya

receded completely, and even his stance relaxed. All the tension drained from him in a second.

the first time that evening, he faced his

smile. "Hey, old man. How have you

bed, he walked to Vladya, eyes

Daemonikai's own arm, where the trails of blackened blood were still visible. "Daemon..." Vladya's tone held a hint

bone-crushing hug. Vladya returned it, squeezing back with

come so far," the grand king stated. "Thank you